Locked out of the house, I am

And standing before the door jamb

In my nightgown.

But you,

You are in your street clothes

Husband named Jed with a dog

And what page of your novel

Were you on before this happened?

Blood red moon carousing

In a midnight sky,

We’ve fed the cat,

Watered the plants.

What of the meaning

Of the keys to that cabin

In Canary Islands we borrowed last week?

Whereabouts unknown,

Our dreams appear held over

From some other century.

The landlord on a houseboat,

Some twenty miles away

Oblivious and reading Tolstoy.

Who dropped the key down the grate?

You do not care for my body.

A feather cares for the body

Of a dead bird nonetheless.